So Saturday night I ambled down to the Corner Pub on Larco here in Lima, Peru to watch my beloved Crimson Tide systematically disassemble Clemson.

Sadly, I had to abstain from drinking because I had plans for early Sunday morning - the Human Race 10K.

This is the first race in my effort to qualify for the Boston Marathon and rather important since it's a benchmark for my training over the next three months.

Since this race was a Nike production (the Lima run was one of 25 races held in cities across the globe on Sunday) they had all the gimcracks you might expect. The big thing was we all had to wear these red shirts that had our racing numbers printed on them.

So there I was at 9 a.m. among 8,500 or so folks dashing through the streets of Lima - actually the municipality of Miraflores - while still riding a rather wondrous high from the victory the night before. (My time - by my watch - came in at 44:38. Pretty good but there's a lot of work for me over the next 12 weeks.)

So I was happily surprised to pick up Lima's main paper, El Comercio, this morning and see a big picture of the race on the front page. And then I laughed out loud when I read the headline: "Una marea roja inundo Miraflores." or "A Red Tide Floods Miraflores."

Yes, you certainly could say that.